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Things had moved fast after that kiss. You had both stumbled off the Ferris Wheel, still holding hands, refusing to take even a step away from each other. Not wanting to split up, Grifftori had invited you to his place, with a light blush dusting his cheeks. You replied yes, feeling his heat spread to your own cheeks.
And now, you found yourself sitting on his couch, hands entangled with one another’s, with a bad movie on his small TV. You couldn’t even focus on the movie, there was so much going through your head. From the confession of having powers, which he had proven by controlling the TV without needing a remote, to his stint with a multi-national terrorist organisation, and finally your apparent new relationship. Although, if you were being honest, you weren’t quite sure what you two were yet. It would probably be worth it to clear that up.
“Ah, Griffior-kun? I was wondering, well…” The film paused, on an uncomfortable closeup of the hero’s eyes.
He turned to look at you, longing in his eyes, mixed with embarrassment. When he spoke, he barely managed to stutter his way through the sentence. “I know th- I know this is in the wrong order but- but [Y/N] I’ve liked you ever since we met and I was wondering if you would- uh, if you would go out with me?”
You felt you whole face redden. “Yes! I mean, I feel the same way, and I would, ah, you know what I’m trying to say!” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at him straight.
After sitting around and chatting about everything and nothing while you slowly let the embarrassment fade, you found yourself needing the bathroom.
Walking in the direction he had pointed, you found yourself slowing down in front of the kitchen door. It would be so easy… So very, very easy… But it wasn’t time yet, you told yourself. You had at least three chances left. But it would be done before the night was over.
By the time you headed back, you noticed a different movie on, and that Griffiorn had nodded off, his head rolled back, drool coming out of his mouth. It was cute! Or, well, you supposed it was cute. You didn’t really have anything to compare it against, and you knew that the person you were would think it was cute.
Heading back towards his kitchen, you took your time selecting the right utensil. You wanted something that would barely even leave a mark, unfortunately, his kitchen had only the barest of bones of tools. You settled for a small, inconspicuous knife, that no one would notice if it went missing. Walking back out to the living room, you quietly kneeled in front of Griffirn and did your work, making sure to stop part of his body’s time before finishing.
You then slid the dirtied knife into your pocket, and wrote a quick note saying how you were headed home and would see him at work tomorrow.
But you never did see him again. And 18 hours later, Griffin dropped dead in his office, the words “YOUR ASS FLAT? DONE.” engraved into his chest.
Your job was done. You received the rest of your payment from your client the next day, after meeting in a small cafe on the other side of town.
“That’s what he gets for cheating on me.” Shimazaki said, his voice as flat as the corpse’s ass. “That’s what he gets for having the world’s flattest ass.”
And as you walked away with your riches, you heard a lonely man start playing the violin, to a tune you knew well. The languid cries of Die Young (violin cover) rang out as you walked out, headed to your next client, and your next crime.
Good bye, Griffin Mobpsycho. You will not be missed.